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John watched the small circle with Alexander’s smiling face on it slowly move down the street. He had had the Find My app open for hours; it was probably stalker behaviour. But this was his boyfriend, and he was worried about him. Alex normally came home at around 4:30. The old grandfather clock that Alexander had insisted on buying struck seven.
Alex finally made his way up the stairs. John stood in front of the door as Alexander rattled with the keys, his hands shaking from the cold. The door opened.
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” John demanded. “Chill, man, the train just got delayed a bit. No need to freak out. Also, you sound like Molly from Harry Potter.” Alex responded in that sweet little voice of his. John was almost tempted to believe him. Almost. “Your train got delayed by half an hour, Alexander Hamilton. I checked the online timetable thing. It’s seven o’clock, what about the other two hours?” Alex sighed. “My boss wanted me to stay a little later to discuss a promotion I might be getting soon.” John didn’t look convinced. “Then why did your location say you were at that bar on Jefferson Street? Also, stop looking at me like that.” Alex realised that he had subconsciously been doing puppy eyes the whole time. He knew that always pissed John off, but he couldn’t stop himself. “Answer me, Alexander.”
“I went out drinking with my friends. I’m sorry. I only had a few drinks, I promise. I’m sorry.” Alex mumbled, fidgeting with his keys. John bent down a little so he was at Alex’s level. “Why didn’t you text me? You know I don’t mind you staying out later, but I want to know so I’m sure you’re ok. I would have driven you home, Alex.” He planted a kiss on his boyfriend’s cold cheek. “Go get changed, then go to the bedroom.” He said in a sterner voice. Alexander just nodded; he understood. He knew that John knew that he had a thing for being told what to do, and he also knew that that was going to be used to his disadvantage tonight.
Alex sat on the bed, waiting. He didn’t know if John would come or if he was just sent to his room like a child who had misbehaved. It was hard to tell, because in John’s eyes, Alex was a child who had misbehaved. After maybe ten minutes, though it seemed like much longer to Alexander, he heard footsteps walking toward the door. John entered, holding a cardboard box that Alex recognised all too well. “Today, Alexander Hamilton, we are going to learn that actions have consequences.” He said in that harsh tone. Then his voice softened, nearly to a whisper. “You know your safeword, baby. The happy birthday song.” Alex nodded, knowing what was about to happen. “Rise and strip, Hamilton, will you?” He got up and started pulling off his clothes when John grabbed his hair. He made a sound that can only be described as a gasp mixed with a moan of both pain and pleasure. “Answer me.” The other’s voice behind him said. “Y-yes, John.” Alex stuttered, only to be pulled further back his hair. “Yes, WHO?” Alex gulped. As much as he loved John, he could be quite intimidating when he wanted to. “Yes, d-d-daddy.” “Good. Now hurry up and take those clothes off, we don’t have all day.” Alex felt that strange feeling he felt when someone commanded him. He wished he didn’t; he wasn’t always the biggest fan of it.
“Get on the bed.” Alex listened, scared of what would happen if he didn’t. John’s face loomed above him. His eyes were a little wider than usually and his pupils were dilated. He had that strange expression, buried beneath a convincing smile. Alex couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but it was there. This was normal though, John always looked like this when he was about to use Alex. He looked especially hot tonight, even more than usually. Alexander wanted to tell him this, but he knew it wasn’t the right time, so he just bit his tongue. John, of course, could say anything he wanted to; he had the power over both his and Alex’s bodies. He got up and reached for the box. “Daddy, you’re not going to tie me up, right?” John looked at Alexander, laying on bed, ready for him to do what he wanted to with him. “Talk less, you little shit. Smile more; toys don’t frown. Remember, this is all your fault.” He pulled out a tangle of cuffs from the box and watched the other’s expression turn from fear to sadness. He knew that Alex hated restraints. That was, of course, the point. “Hands above your head, legs spread out.” John opened a pair of handcuffs and put them onto one of Alex’s wrists. He thread them behind a bar on the headboard of the bed; and then closed them around his other wrist. They locked with a satisfying click. He walked to the end of the bed, taking his sweet time. Alex could wait. John took two more pairs of cuffs and fastened Alexander’s ankles to the bed, each to a different side, so his legs were spread. Then,he stepped back and admired his work. Alex lay there, completely helpless, under his boyfriend’s mercy.
John stripped off his own clothes and climbed into the bed next to Alex, who was already sweating and looked surprisingly- scared? Like actually scared, not just because he was tied to the bed, with no control over himself. Scared of what he might do to him. John pulled away. “You good, Alex?” The other flinched slightly, just enough for John to notice. “Yeah, I’m fine. Keep going.” John was hesitant, but continued. He started by gently kissing his lips, before before planting kisses and love bites down his neck and chest, all the way to his dick. He kissed to top of it. He was going to enjoy this.
He reached into the box again, this time pulling out a jar of lube and rubbing some on his own dick. Then he turned to Alexander. “No coming until I let you, understand?” Alex just nodded.
Without any warning, John thrust his dick into Alex’s hole. Alex moaned loud. An unfamiliar voice from the apartment upstairs said: “Honey, I think the neighbours are having sex again.(…) Yeah, those two guys that dress super weird. (…) I’d rather not, I’m not sure that’s something I want to see.”
John ignored it and started vigorously pushing his dick in and out of Alex’s hole. He was enjoying this to much. He felt his warm cum squirt out; inside Alexander. He didn’t stop. The cuffs rattled.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. John froze, then pulled his cock out of Alex and threw on a bathrobe and headed out of the room. He walked to the front door and opened it. All Alex could hear was muffled voices; John’s and a woman’s. He heard John say that he was about to take a shower, and that the sounds weren’t coming from them, it must have been someone else. After a minute of two, he heard the apartment door shut and John’s footsteps going towards the bedroom.
“You got us both into trouble, you little shit. You’re gonna pay the price for that, you know.” He paused for a few seconds. “But not right now. Right now I want to sleep.” He walked over to Alex, who had tears rolling down his cheeks by now, and undid his cuffs, throwing them into the box with perfect accuracy. Alex tried to stand up, but the other pushed him down into a sitting position. “Where do you think you’re going?” Alex gulped. John grabbed a collar from the table, and undid the lock. “Sit still”, he commanded. With that, he locked the collar around his boyfriend’s neck. He attached a leash to it, and clipped it to the bed frame. “Toys don’t get to sleep in the bed. You’re staying here tonight.” He walked out and went to the bathroom.
Alex wasn’t sure if John actually meant it. Like, he couldn’t possibly stay here the whole night, right? But the way John was acting, maybe he would.
Half an hour later, John emerged from the bathroom, carrying fresh sheets. He threw the cum-stained ones onto the pile of dirty clothes. He stretched the new ones onto the bed, turned off the lights, and lay down.
“Daddy?” Alex asked. “Yes?” “I haven’t had dinner. And I’m still tied to the bed.” “That’s too bad.” John responded, leaving over and kissing Alex goodnight.